Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Isn't she still married? I don't care what she does. I just know that Professor Zhou is single now."

Mr. Chai scratched his head. It seemed that the nurses were all salivating over Zhou Congwen, sharpening their knives.

It's just that this matter is too unreliable, what are you talking about.

Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou has a restrained look on his face, and there is a charming little rich woman at home, how could he agree.

Just as I was about to explain the situation to the little nurse, suddenly the door was knocked, and with a flicker, the door frame was almost knocked down.

"Who is it!" The little nurse quickly stood up and went to open the door.

Shen Lang hurried in with a baby in his arms, "Oxygen catheter, hurry up!"

"This is..." Mr. Chai was taken aback.

"I saw a child at the door, and he was thrown away because he thought he had congenital heart disease."

The child in Shen Lang's arms was blue and purple, and he was only half breathed.

Chapter 1045 A Sad Story

"Zhou Congwen, although the boss has been nagging a little bit, it's all for your own good." Deng Ming said.

"I know, Director Deng." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"Although you are old, you are more prudent and considerate in doing things, but..."

"Director Deng, many things are written in the book, I just feel more empathetic." Zhou Congwen said, "Of course what the boss said is for my own good, don't worry."

"Oh? What's written in the book?" Deng Ming asked himself this little junior with great interest.

"For example, our six-step hand washing method is a sad story."

"..." Deng Ming was taken aback.

He could guess that what Zhou Congwen was going to say was that many patients must have been infected before washing their hands, so this is a sad story.

But at that time, the medical conditions were limited, and the understanding of medical treatment was not complete, and it had nothing to do with the things the boss talked about.

But Deng Ming didn't interrupt Zhou Congwen's words.

"200 years ago..."

Sure enough, just as Deng Ming expected, Zhou Congwen began to talk about the fact that 200 years ago, he did not wash his hands and did not have strict aseptic surgery.

Deng Ming was a little surprised, Zhou Congwen couldn't be so mentally retarded to think that he didn't know the simplicity and roughness of the past.

But soon, Zhou Congwen changed the subject.

"A doctor in obstetrics and gynecology discovered that something was wrong."

"Oh?"

"The father of epidemiology, Ignaz Semmelweis, does Director Deng know this person?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Deng Ming was dumbfounded.

Who is Ignaz Semmelweis?

Epidemiology... Strictly speaking, clinicians have little access to this knowledge.

In the microenvironment mentioned by the boss just now, the various shortcomings mentioned also rarely overlap with epidemiology.

"There is a statue of Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis in front of the Szent Rókus Hospital in Budapest, Hungary."

"Let's not talk about this first, since Director Deng doesn't know, then I will continue." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "To put it simply, Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis discovered the cause of puerperal fever that ravaged Vienna in the 19th century. The reason - lack of effective hand sanitization by doctors before touching patients."

"At that time, women in Vienna would rather give birth at home, or even give birth on the street, than go to the hospital. Because the mortality rate of women who gave birth in the hospital was extremely high, even higher than the death rate of giving birth at home!"

"..." Deng Ming really didn't know about this gossip, he looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise.

I would rather die than go to the hospital. The fatality rate in the hospital is even higher than that of giving birth on the street. These things sound like myths.

But although this sensational thing seems to be false, Deng Ming knows that it is true.

"Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis has a sense of responsibility and is a good doctor." Zhou Congwen gave a comment, "He wrote in his diary—this made me so miserable that life seemed worthless."

"Indeed, if a mother would rather give birth on the street than go to the hospital, the doctor will feel very frustrated." Deng Ming nodded in agreement with Zhou Congwen's statement.

"At that time, all patients who died were dissected, which is one of the reasons why Western surgery developed. Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis found that doctors and students would directly perform birth checks or deliver babies on pregnant women after the autopsy."

"Fuck!" Deng Ming cursed subconsciously.

If this concept of asepsis is placed in a modern hospital, it will be beaten to death.

"Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis's discovery is remarkable. He experimented in his own clinic, washed his hands with soap before delivery, and the maternal mortality rate dropped from 18.27% to 0.19%."

"Director Deng, do you think the death rate of 0.19% is unacceptable?"

Zhou Congwen made a joke.

"I think the death rate of 18.27% is too high." Deng Ming sighed, "It's just to have a baby."

"Yes, Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis has confirmed the effectiveness of his method through data, and he began to promote it.

He presented his findings at a medical congress, along with solid figures. "

Deng Ming's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed what would happen to the doctor Ignaz Semmelweis that Zhou Congwen was talking about.

"As a result, instead of accepting Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis' point of view, the participating doctors joined forces to suppress him."

"Oh." Deng Ming sighed.

"We are all doctors, no one is a killer, what do you mean by Ignaz Semmelweis!" Zhou Congwen coldly imitated the inner monologue of the doctors at that time.

The voice was extremely cold and indifferent, and Deng Ming shuddered when he heard it.

"So, Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis was fired by the hospital after that conference."

Gan!

"Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis is definitely not convinced. He continued to write papers, give lectures everywhere, and even distribute leaflets." Zhou Congwen said, "In the end, no one believed it. Sent to a mental hospital."

Gan Gan!

Can it still be like this? !Deng Ming was stunned.

"Maybe it's not a murderous hand, but a stubborn prejudice." Zhou Congwen said coldly, "In short, Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis is not convinced, and he still has broader ideals and ambitions that have not been realized."

"What about the end?" Deng Ming had already predicted the ending.

This is indeed a sad story.

"Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis wanted to escape from the mental hospital at first, but later... have you seen Feiyue Madhouse?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Seen."

"Yes, in the end Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis was beaten to death by the security guards of the mental hospital." Zhou Congwen said blankly, "This is the end."

Gan Gan Gan! ! !

Deng Ming didn't know why, but he became a little angry.

"At the funeral of Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis, even his wife did not attend. He was only 47 years old that year."

"..."

Deng Ming was silent.

"A lot of things are written in books, so I know the truth that the early rafters rot first." Zhou Congwen said seriously, "Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis is not a special case, Director Deng, trust me .”

Deng Ming smiled wryly.

"Believe me, I know the darkness in the academic world. As long as it involves rights and interests, it will become darker and darker. I will clamp my tail tightly. Don't worry."

Zhou Congwen reassured him several times, and Deng Ming turned his head to look at him seriously, then reached out and patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder.

"There are bosses in the country, so I won't deal with this for the time being, but I will pay attention to it based on history." Zhou Congwen said.

As he spoke, Zhou Congwen's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Zhou Congwen picked up the phone, and Shen Lang's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Chapter 1046

"Is there an emergency at home?" Deng Ming asked.

"Shen Lang picked up a child with congenital heart disease." Zhou Congwen said, "He was rescued temporarily, but the situation is not optimistic. I think it is pulmonary artery stenosis."

"You're going back for surgery, are you sure? How old is the child?" Deng Ming immediately turned the question to medical treatment.

There is no shortage of those intrigues, whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign.

Life shouldn't be like this. In just a few decades, something must be left behind. Deng Ming knows this very well.

"Surgeries are trivial, no problem." Zhou Congwen said, "Director Deng, give the boss some reassurance. Don't always worry about me being young and acting like Meng Lang."

"Ha ha."

"One last word, do you know why I gave you the chance to be awarded the honor?"

"After I became the vice president, someone will cover you." Deng Ming said lightly.

"Yeah." Zhou Congwen nodded, "The boss is old, and if he says something unlucky, if the boss leaves, I'm still young. You can help me once, twice, and ten times for the sake of the boss. Eight times? There is definitely a difference between having a boss and not having a boss.”

"Let's say the number one in the world, there are too many jealous people. I don't have the ability to get it, but there are many ways to get in the way." Zhou Congwen said seriously.

Deng Ming smiled.

"A 912 chief director with a heart and a 912 clinical vice president have absolutely different energy. So, Director Deng, please work hard."

After Zhou Congwen finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

A lot of serious things were said as jokes, but both Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming knew the seriousness and seriousness of today's topic.

This involves a shortcoming of his own boss - he never thought of being a schoolboy.

There is too much talking here, and Zhou Congwen didn't have the heart to talk to Deng Mingduo.He believes that Deng Ming understands this, and if he joins hands with Deng Ming, there is a high probability that there will be no problems.

Besides, since he is back, the boss should be fine in the past few years, Zhou Congwen is still sure about this.

What we are doing now is just to avoid some unexpected situations.

"Let me find someone to buy a plane ticket for you. You are sure about the congenital heart disease of the pulmonary artery." Deng Ming, like Zhou Congwen, was unwilling to talk about the future.

But today's Zhou Congwen did refresh Deng Ming's cognition.

This little junior has a bright future.

……

Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming picked up the air tickets, declined Deng Ming to see him off, took a taxi and went straight to the airport.

He didn't blame Shen Lang for being troublesome, or even the parents of the abandoned child.

It can be thrown at the door of the hospital, and the child is not frozen to death. There is a high probability that the family thinks it is not good and has no money to see a doctor.So throw it at the door of the hospital to see the child's fortune.

The child's luck seemed to be good, and he was carried back by Shen Lang, saving his life.When I go back to see the situation, if I can have an operation, there should be nothing wrong.

……

Shen Lang sadly hugged the child and sat in the office in a daze.

What he thought of was the snow and the crying in the snow in "Farewell My Concubine", and he thought of many literary and artistic plots.

I picked up a child before I got married, what should I do with the child?To whom?Orphanage?

This matter is a bit unreliable, and the orphanage is just a legend, and Shen Lang doesn't even know whether it exists or not.

But he believed in fate, everyone on night shift believed in fate, especially Shen Lang.

Since fate brought him in front of him, it meant at least trying his best to heal the child.

"Shen Lang, are you old enough?" Boss Chai walked in slowly, smiling at Shen Lang.

"Brother Chai, stop making trouble." Shen Lang said sadly, "I just took my child for an echocardiogram, and it was pulmonary valve stenosis."

"Surgery costs a lot of money, and the child may not be able to survive it. With such a small body, I don't think I can survive until the age of 5. If I do it now, I won't survive to step down." Mr. Chai became serious, "Congenital heart disease The operation is very complicated...Let’s wait for Professor Zhou to come back. What about Professor Zhou?”

"Just after making a call, he is rushing back." Shen Lang sighed.

The child was underweight and looked malnourished.

But he seemed to feel God's will in the dark, he didn't cry or make a fuss, he opened his eyes and looked at Shen Lang, as if he was begging Shen Lang not to abandon him.